The rest of the journey was very calm.
Perhaps still shaken, the father in the backseat fed the chestnut to his son bit by bit, like feeding ants, and the shiny, colorful light-up shoes were roughly stuffed into a pocket, evidently not to be worn again until they got out of the car.
The only issue was Yan Ran having eaten too much.
For breakfast, they had rice balls with noodle soup, which sounds simple, but the rice balls were stuffed with chopped tea eggs, pickled long beans, watermelon sauce, cucumber shreds, fish floss, small pickles...
There were even sweet ones, filled with cherry sauce made in spring!
Right, it was from the cherry tree at their doorstep, coveted by both squirrels and Old Xu, which, since the local cherries don't last long and at that time they were too busy to care, Seventh Uncle made into sauce directly.
He didn't tell anyone, and the sauce had just been sitting in the kitchen. With so many tasty things around, it gradually got pushed to the corner.
